Self-awareness resurfaces And I’m a schmoe contorting my body In a crowded space with stupid waste And other schmoes who each think they’re the main character While they drink their juice and flail their bodies And behind a curtain There’s an owner who profits on mindlessness An owner to whom I’ve inexplicably given twenty bucks For every shot of dressed up cheap tequila That’s helped me lose my sense of reality
Response 1
Sometimes you need to be reckless in order to find eventual confidence.
Response 2
I hardly know her.
Response 3
why would I hang out with another me. What could me 2 add that me 1 can't?
Revision
All I remember was becoming far too aware that Despacito was playing on repeat and a near instant zap of my dopamine levels.
Adornments
Ears
Adornments
Teeth
Material
Flesh
Region
sprawl